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Poems and Recitations 

FOR 

SCHOOL, CHURCH AND 
GENERAL USE 



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COPYRIGHT 1909 
BY 

MRS. SARAH CRISMAN McMILLIN 
DES MOINES, IOWA 



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PREFACE 

In presenting tkis little took to tlie putlidr'i 
my desire i§ to give tke people the inmost 
tliougkts of my mind, ancl tlic cleepf Jesire or 
my teart, toping ttat it may be a pleasure 
and kelp to tkose wko read it. 

S. C. M. 



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Ho mp frienbs tfjis little 

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Partial Table of Contents. 



^Vrite a Line to Mother. 

Our School Days. 

Think of Me. 

Little Sister. 

None ever loved me Mother like You 

Grandma's Jewels. 

A Visit. 

The Happiest Man is a Bachelor. 

The Soliloquy of a Lonely Heart. 

My Friend. 

The Work of Rum. 

Serve Him in thy Youth. 

The Sunshine of God's Love. 

Beautiful Gates. 

Be Careful what You Sow. 

Oh, he Ready. 

My Guardian Angel. 

Shady Dell. 

W^asted Days 

^Vandering8. 

Earth's First Day. 

My Pretty Irene. 

The Catches Some Girls Make. 

Strife. 

Our Conquest Flag. 

Come Along Johny. 

My Girl. 

A Dilema. 

Will I Be Missed? 



WRITE A LINE TO MOTHER. 

YoTing man, when you stray 
From your home far, far away, 
As a friend just let me say, 

Don't neglect to write to mother. 

Chorus. 

For you can never know 
Half the joy that you bestow, 
For dear boy, she loves you so; 
Then write a line to mother. 

You may have labored hard, 
And at night be very tired; 
If it's only but a word, 
Write a line to mother. 

She is getting old and gray, 
And she has not long to stay; 
Then do your duty while you may, 
And write a line to mother. 

One very, very short line 
Will make her dear old face to shine. 
Through the night and day's decline. 
Then write a line to mother. 



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And remember each dark deed 
Makes her dear old heart to bleed: 
Then for her guidance plead — 
And write a line to mother. 

For remember young man, 
That in life's great plan, 
She will help you all she can, 
Then write a line to mother. 

Some sad day her life will close 
And she will sleep beneath the rose. 
Then who will soothe your bitter woes? 
You can not write to mother. 



A GEM. 

When twining wreaths 

Of fair spring flowers, 
Twine one sweet bunch of forget-me-nots 

To bind true friendship as ours. 



SWEETS. 

As candy to the children. 
And honey to the bee, 

So is Christ to the christiaiu. 
And should ever be to thee. 



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LITTLE BOYS. 

Little boys, let me tell you something, 

You really ought to know. 
Always speak to your little sister, 

As if she was some other boy's, you know, 
Then she will never tease or fret you. 

And she will always love you so. 



THE ROSE. 

The breath of the rose, 
Is a message from Heaven, 

The smiles of God's face, 
To mortal man given. 

The thorns of the rose, 

Is like His reproof. 
From which all sinners, 

Hold themselves aloof. 



All men and women, 
We must suppose 

Is a prickly thorn. 
Or a fragrant rose. 



LITTLE MINNIE. 

Have you seen my little Minnie 

With eyes of violet blue? 
Every time she speaks 

They sparkle, sparkle like the dew. 



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She can ride the horses, 
She can catch the chicks. 

She can do many 
Funny little tricks. 

You could not get lonesome, 
Whenever she's about, — 

For she's all the time hopping 
Just like the silver trout. 

She will tell you all the news, 
From morning till the night. 

She'll keep your heart throbbing. 
With laughter and delight. 



ODE TO A BAKING DISH. 



I'll bake your beans, 

I'll roast your meats, 
I'll brown your puddings rare. 

I'll be of life long use to you, 
If you will attend to me with care. 

Though brown and dusky is my coat. 
And beauty decks me not, 

I will be a friendly friend to you, 
And serve you as a pot. 



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OUR SCHOOL DAYS. 

What boy or girl, or man or woman 

Doth not sing with praise, 
Of the joyous gladsome times 

Of our school days? 

In the morning bright 

We were up with the sun, 
And such hurrying around 

'Till our work was done. 
With a well filled pail 

And our books and ball, 
We scurried away — 

Tumbling one over all. 
In all of this world, 

With all of its ways, 
There were .no such times 

As our school days. 

2. 

At nine o'clock the teacher 

Rang the bell. 
Then Oh I how our voices 

Did arise and swell 
With our morning song. 

So full of glee — 
From so many young hearts 

So light and free. 
We studied hard 'til our work was done, 

Then we jumped and hopped, 
And skipped, and run. 
Oh who can tell 



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Oh, who can tell 

Of such inoble fun? 
With balls and bats 

And games so gay, 
We spent the playtime 

Hours, of every day. 
Sometimes we were friends, 

Sometimes in spats, 
But I tell you now 

Along with all of that, 
In all of this world 

With all of its ways. 
There were no such times 

As our school days. 
3. 
You may talk of your picnics 

Grand and fair, 
With our school days 

They do not compare. 
Of course we enjoyed 

The parade in line, 
The fruits so rare 

The lemonade fine, 
But we were dressed so nice 

We could not play, 
And after dinner 

We could not stay, 
For the sun was low 

And home we must go 
So after all it was only a show. 
So I tell you now, in all of this world 

With all of its ways. 
There were no such times 

As our school days. 

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4. 

But where are the little friends 

We used to know? 
Like time itself 

They are of the long ago. 
We have traversed this world, 

From shore to shore; 
Seen all there is in books, 

And even more. 
We have climbed its mountains, 

Explored its caves, 
We have sailed on its ships 

O'er the oceans waves; 
We have visited its Kings 

And palaces rare, 
And the play-grounds 

Of earth so grand and fair; 
But in all of this world 

With all of its ways. 
We have found nought 

To compare, with our school days. 



THINK OF ME. 

Think of me so lonely brother, 

In this lonely land of woe; 
Oh, will we ever see each other 

While we dwell on earth below. 
While the rivers run between us, 

While the mountains tower so high. 
While the trees, that grow between us, 

Kaise their heads toward the sky? 



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2. 

Think of me so lonely, brother, 

Away from thee I love so well; 
Oh will we ever see each other, 

Can my own dear brother tell? 
There is a voice, beyond the river, 

That often calls for us at home; 
And that voice, is our dear mothers' 

It follows us where e'er we roam. 

3. 

And then again my only brother. 

There seems another voice, to say — 
"Beware dear children, love each other 

And guide and keep your mother's ways. 
For she was true and loved her Saviour 

And followed him, all her days, 
If vou do this, dear children 

You will have your Father's praise." 

LITTLE SISTER. 

Oh! little sister, 

Why did'st thou leave me 
To pine alone in this world so drear? 

Thou knowest that nought on earth 
Is left me, to cheer my lonely hours here. 



Thou knowest that mother has passed away, 

That father too has gone, 
And that I alone must stay 

Until another dav shall dawn. 



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3. 

We walked and talked where the brooklets 
play, 

And gathered sweet flowers 
In the month of May ; 

But ah! death, cold death has come 
And laid thee, sweet sister 

In the silent tomb. 

4. 

The flowers still bloom, 

The little brook still wanders on its waj; 
But thy sweet face, thy fair form, 

On earth no more is seen ; 
Thou forever have passed away. 

LOOKING FORWARD. 

In our life we have some sorrow, 

In our death some pain ; 
But in our long, long home tomorrow 

All will be eternal gain. 

NONE EVER LOVED ME MOTHER LIKE 

YOU. 

When they told me mother was dead. 

Then I bowed my aching head ; 
And Oh! how the bitter tears did flow 

For I could not think to miss her st) 

Chorus. 

Then Oh! dear mother, what shall I do 

I can not live alone without you? 
In joy or pain, the whole day through. 

None ever loved me, mother like you. 



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2. 

How oft she has bathed my aching head 
And her loving arms was my cradle bed, 

In all this world there's none so true; 
None ever loved me mother like you. 

3. 

How oft I've heard her sweetly pray 
For the Lord to guide me, day by day; 

And keep me honest, pure and true; 
None ever loved me mother like you. 

4. 

How oft she's kissed my tears away 
When I hurt myself in idle play, 

And taught me ever to be kind and true, 
None ever loved me mother like you. 

5. 

In all the worlds that ever were known 

No love like mother's love ever was shown. 

It makes no difference what I do, 
None ever loved me mother like you. 

GRANDMA'S JEWELS. 

Little jewels, I have five — 

Dearest angels that's alive; 
Boys two and girlies three 

Fairer babes you ne'er did see; 
Sweet Irene, dear Leone, 



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They are mine — my very own; 
Vernon and Verrona too, 

Grandma's darlings sweet and true. 
Little Herold very fair 

With sparkling eyes and raven hair. 

2. 

If my darlings all were here 

We'd have a time never fear; 
Gathering nuts so rich and brown 

Happiest babes out of town. 
All the days and all the hours 

We would roam among the flowers; 
Chasing the bees and butterflies 

Making our ma's look scared and wise. 

8. 

And at the close of ever day 

When we were all tired of play, 
In the hammock beneath the trees, 

We would swing in the evening breeze. 
While our grandma sitting nigh 

Would sing our evening lullaby. 
Then the sand man coming down 

From the ports of sleepy town, 
Soon our eyes would heavy grow 

Then off to slumber land we'd go. 

A VISIT. 
One Sunday morning bright and fair, 

We thought to take a ride; 
And go to visit our neighbor dear 

Across the mountain sid^. 



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2. 

So Elsie, mamma and Argus too 
All jumped astride of Dolly Drue; 

Pa he tried to play the clown, 
And thought to walk poor Dolly down. 

All his limbs were light and free 
White Dolly had to carry three. 



All went along as smooth as cake 
Till we met a limb right in our wake; 

Ma began to dodge and frown. 

But it grabbed her by the bonnet crown. 

Then ma got scared and gave a yell 
And Dolly began to sniff and smell. 

4. 

And plunk we went upon the ground, 

You could have heard us ten rods around, 

Pa picked us up and brushed our clothes 
And then he patted Dolly's nose. 

We all climbed on again you see 
And Dollv still carried three. 



Then we all went along so glib. 
But— C— and D— both told a fib ; 

And when they want us again to come 
We'll be sure that they're "to hum." 

"Let's go again," said pa and ma, 
"Do, I look green? Why pshaw! 

I'd rather visit grand mamma." 



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THE HAPPIEST MAN IS A BACHELOR. 

Please ladies don't waste 

Your smiles on me — 
For it would be of no use you see — 

I mean to be an old bachelor. 



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I mean to live alone at my ease 

With no one to worry, 
And none to please — 

The happiest man is a bachelor. 



3. 



Then I can chew or smoke or drink as I please 
Eat brown bread or limberger clieese; 

There'll be none to worry, scold or sneeze — 
The happiest man is a f)achelor. 



No finery then I'll have to buy 

And I need not hear the baby cry; 
My dog will be the apple of my eye — 

For the happiest man is a bac'ielor. 

5. 

No one to love in a little hall 

No ladies then need ever call; 
My wants are few, my income small — 

But the happiest man is a bacheloi". 

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THE SOLILOQUY OF A LONELY HEART. 
(Addressed to her unknown friend, Sarah.) 

Me thinks I see a lady once fair, 

Who is feeble, old and gray; 
Whose hands have patiently toiled with care. 

Through many a long weary day — 
That the little ones might be clean and neat — 

To keep smooth the path for their restless 
feet. 
To prepare them raiment and food to eat 

And teach them all to be pure and sweet. 

2. 

How oft those hands have tired grown — 

How oft that heart has been made to moan, 
How oft she has felt all, all alone; 

In this great world of care. 
Then she has thought of Him who reigns above 

And has promised our burdens to bear; 
Then she has knelt to Him 

With a heart full of love 
And poured out her soul in prayer. 

How happy the child should be 

Who has a mother's love 
And a mother's kindly care, 

But Oh, that love was denied me 
That care has never been mine; 

Since I was a babe on my father's knee 
Of a few months' nine. 

Then I ask thee sister if thou wilt be 



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A mother to a great big girl like me? 

I need a mother's kindly care, 
A mother's loving advice; 

And I know for all the love you share, 
The Lord will pay the price. 



4, 



When I see girls who are ugly and cross, 
Who think their mothers ought not to boss — 
Who worry and stew and fume and fret 

Till their mother's cheeks with tears are wet. 
I think if you had the worry, the work and 
the care 
And to bear the burdens that I've had to 
bear, 
You would be ashamed of yourselves 

And not be so bad; 
And do your duty and truly be glad 

That you had a mother to smile and cheer, 
And cast out of your life every doubt and 
fear. 



5. 



So then sweet aged sister, 

If thou will truly own 
Me for your daughter 

Thou I am uo^ly and over-grown — 
I will surely try to pay you 

For every kindly thought and care, 
If you will intercede for me 

Before our God in prayer. 



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You have been so close, so near Him, 
You have walked with Him each day, 

That I know He will surely hear you 
When to Him for me you pray. 

6. 

Then dear aged mother. 

At night when thou art want to pray, 
Wilt thou plead with Him gently 

To lead me surely, truly all the way? 
When my heart is sorely burdened — 

And my mind doth seem to stray; 
For so many times I'm tempted, 

Aiud so oft I fall each day, 
That I greatly fear with trembling 

That from grace I'll fall away. 
And I do so want to love Him 

And all of His commands obey. 

7, 

I feel sometimes I am but an atom 

Filling space in this great world, 
And that my life has been a failure; 

And no sunshine from it herald 
To cheer the poor and needy, the feeble and 
the old, 

My heart has been so empty 
And my life has been so cold, 

Yet my soul is filled with longing 
To tell the story old and true, 

How the Saviour died for all mankind 
And to save both me and you. 



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8. 
But you see I am so hampered 

And I am so badly tried 
But Oh! Lord, I ask forgiveness, 

And let me in Thee abide. 
But Oh ! my life is so different 

To what I would like it to be — 
That I feel that I have drifted 

Far out on a shoreless sea, 
Where the waves are dashing o^er ' 

My aching and restless head, 
And my heart in its bitter breaking 

Has often wished it was dead. 

9. 

But mother forgive my complaining, 

Let it not reflect upon thee; 
I would not add to thy burdened heart 

One drop of sorrow for me. 
How I long sometimes to see your face, 

It would be such a comfort to me, 
For your heart is full I know 

Of love and truth and grace — 
But my heart such grace cannot show. 

It may not please the Lord 
To let us meet in these low sands of sorrow 

But if we live and do His will, 
We shall behold each other's face 

In that long unbroken tomorrow. 

10. 

Then I will bid you farewell 
My dearest unknown friend, 
Hoping that my repining 



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Will no sadness to your life lend. 
And that your last declining days 

May be full of joy, peace and praise; 
And when you shuffle off this mortal coil 

Low at the Saviour's feet. 
And arise to meet your God above, 

Your life will be complete. 
Then all through the endless ages, 

Your robe and crown to wear 
With harp replete, with music sweet. 

The Saviour's love vou'll share. 



A GREAT DAY COMING. 
(An adieu to my friend Sarah Moneymaker.) 

"There is a great day coming, a great day 
coming, 

A great day coming by and by." 
When all the pure shall see 

Their Lord and King 
And dwell with Him on high. 

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Then, my friend we shall meet 
And sing hosannas on the golden street 

Of the Holy City so pure and fair. 
The saved of earth shall gather there. 

3. 

Then, my friend all Fill be gain, 
No more sorrow or aching pain. 

No tears shall flow, and we need not pray, 
For Christ you know, will wipe them away. 



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4. 

Then, my friend what joy it will be 

Our Lord and Saviour fair to see. 
And never more again to die 

But dwell forever with Him on high. 

5. 

Adieu, mv friend till we meet 

To join with the angel's music sweet 
In our beautiful mansions far above 

Where all is joy, peace and love. 

MY FRIEND. 

My friend is a noble girl of the saxon race 

With a supple form so full of grace; 
Nut brown hair, of a golden hue, 

Sparkling eyes that smile at you. 
Behind those orbs so good and true 

Is a beautiful soul ever peeping through 
The windows of love ever open wide. 

Viewing the panorama of earth's ceaseless 
tide. 

2. 

In the depth of that souV, 

Is a heart full of the deepest love 
For all suffering humanity on this foot-stool; 

Her work is of earth but her heart is above. 
That haughty pride that so often pain, ^ 

The ordinary girl in life's weary train. 
With a word of cheer and a ready smile 

The sad hours of the sick she doth beguile. 
In the toils of the needy of our land 

She is ever ready to aid with a helping 

hand. „ ^_ 

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3. 

She smiles alike on the rich and poor 

And there is none go empty from her door; 
If the body is in need of daily bread 
From her bountiful hand they are sure to 
be fed. 
If their souls are starving lean and thin — 
To the beautiful King she will carry them 
in 
By the highway of holiness so grand and fair 

Every penitent soul may enter there. 
She will read the word so clear and true, 
That you can't help but see the Lord meant 
you. 

4. 

She teaches the children of the country side 

To open their hearts and purses wide, 
And give of the gifts God has given them 

To redeem this world from the throes of 
sin. 
Away from the sins, follies and vice, 

She leads our girls with gentle hands and 
loving advice, 
To seek that pearl that is of great price, 

And to the little lads that'll soon be men 
She has ever a smile and cheer for them. 

5. 

On Friday mights when we meet for prayer, 
There is a lacking chord if she's not there; 

If there is urgent work that must be done. 
And aid is needed, she is the one 



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That is ever readj^, willing and true 

To do with her might what her hands find 
to do. 
In the country side and graded school, 

She has taught our children with gentle 
rule, 
In the Lord's day school that needs such care, 

She is ever ready and willing there 
To do her best which is no mean thing 

For she has learned much of the Holy King 
This dearest friend now in the prime of youth, 

Has the most beautiful name, gentle Kuth. 



ALL NATUKE SPEAKS DEAR LORD OF 

THEE. 

All nature here so fair to see, 

Brings a message Lord of Thee; 
Every flower loves token brings. 

Every bird a carrol sings. 
Every leaf upon the tree 

Gently speaks, dear Lord of thee, 
And the grass low at our feet 

Looks up too and sweetly speaks 
Of how humble we should be 

When coming Lord to call on Thee. 

OUR NEEDS. 

While traveling through this world below 
We need the patience of Job you know; 

We need the love of the great I am, 
We need the faith of Abraham. 



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2. 

The meekness of Moses we should seek 

And the strength of Sampson to be com- 
plete, 
We need the wisdom of Solomon grand, 

The trials of earth to rightly stand. 
Peter and Paul our teachers should be 

That our walk on earth from sin be free. 
We need the endurance of Christ supreme 

That our passage through life should not 
seem mean. 

THE WOKK OF RUM. 

Rum hath ruined our homes here, 

Rum hath made us slaves, 
Ruth hath destroyed our boys 

And buried them in drunkards' graves. 
Oh! then all ve mothers 

Arouse to dutv's call, 
And teach these dearly loved ones 

To avoid this fatal fall. 

2. 

Our girls are led through the wine rooms 

To wear the scarlet robes. 
Those that come to jails and asylums 

Come o'er this same broad road, 
Rum is death and destruction, 

To all that is pure and clean — 
Then how can we rid our nation, 

Of this blighting, cursing stream? 



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3. 

Life is one long struggle 

Of right, against the wrong; 
The race is not to the swift one 

Nor yet unto the strong. 
But, "by My spirit" God says 

''We over-rule all wrong." 
Then with Jesus as our captain 

We will slay this monster Kum. 

4. 

In manhood's early morning 

Impressions may be made, 
That will lead this warring monster 

One lasting long crusade.^ 
Then parents be up and doing 

And teach and vote as you pray. 
Then at some near approaching election, 

We'll sweep this great sin away. 

SERVE HIM IN THY YOUTH. 

There is a time in every life 

When we wish we'd better been; 

There is a hope in every heart 
Some day to be free from sin. 

Chorus 

Then let me say to you my friend 

In God's most holy plan; 
Christ died on the cross of calvary 

To save poor sinful man. 



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2. 

Then dear friend do not delay 

But early to Him come; 
And pray to Him both night and day 

For a peaceful, heavenly home. 

3. 

Don't think to give your better days 

To the world's follies and vice 
And expect to reap the harvest you would- 

Had you given Him all your life. 
Don't expect to flit your youth away 
And serve Him by and by, 
Do your duty while you may — 

To-morrow you may die. 

THE SUNSHINE OF GOD'S LOVE. 

Let your words be soft and gentle 

Let the world see you have smiled; 
Ever stooping to do life's duty — 

As the humblest little child. 
Then go carry freshening sunshine 

To many homes so bleak and wild; 
For so many hearts are breaking 

For the want of bread and care 
And so many children weeping, 

In the depth of filth and despair. 
Where they are huddled in damp dark cellars 

Without regard to kith or kin ; 
While the world is idly passing 



Heeding; not this dreadful sin. 



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2. 

Oh! sleeping Christians please awaken 

And the Saviour's work begin, 
Feed and clothe the dying children 

Then carry the heavenly sun!<h:ne in, 
For the Saviour's arm's not shortened 

That to these He can not reach. 
Then hear again His Holy message, 

''Go ye into all the world and preach." 

3. 

Oh! the deep dark sin shadows 

We can find them everywhere. 
Then the need oh, faithful Christian 

Is an earnest, honest prayer; 
That God will fit us for the burden 

And the burdens help us bear. 
When the Lord gave this great message 

It did not mean just me or you 
For it included every being, and 

Not an elect or select few. 

4. 

Then, oh precious, precious Cliristiai 

Let us not idly stand — 
Let us gather up this sunshine 

And scatter it wide with lavis-^h hand. 
For there is enough to cover 

Every deep and darkened cave 
And the Saviour's waiting anxious 

Eeady to forgive, forget and save 
All who come to Him repenting 

With an honest prayer to do 
As He bids and asks them to. 



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5. 



If every Christian could but see 

The work there is for them to do — 
Every hindrance they'd lay down 

Take up their cross 
And work for the crown 

By spreading this sunshine 
Over land and sea. 

Over glade and glen and mountain top, 
And never tire or ever stop 

Till every sinner that is alive 
Would forsake his sinning 

And leave his strife 
And seek God's forgiveness 

And eternal life. 



BEAUTIFUL GATES. 

Beautiful gates ever open wide, 
That the redeemed of earth 

May enter inside, 

Who have washed their robes 

In the cleansing stream 

Of love divine, yes, love supreme. 

Chorus 

Beautiful gates, Pearly gates, 
Beautiful gates ever open wide; 

We will enter in, be free from sin 
And rest by the Saviour's side. 



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2. 

Beautiful gates ever open wide, 

The Angels of God 
Are standing inside 

To guide the souls from sin set free, 
To the beautiful, bright life-giving tree. 

3. 

Beautiful gates ever open wide. 

The infants of earth 
Are entering inside; 

The lambs of God 
So pure and clean 

Singing Hosannas 
To Christ their King. 

BE CAKEFUL WHAT YOU SOW. 

As we sow we must reap 

Both the bitter and the sweet; 
While we travel this earthy road 

Each must bear a heavy load 
One small deed of strife 

May mar one whole life. 
Then he careful what you sow — 

Very careful how you sow. 

For the Lord's laid up in store 

A hundred fold or more; 
For every seed that you sow 

Every seed that you sow; 
And every word, thought or deed 

Is a sweet or bitter seed. 
Then be careful what you sow, 

Very careful how you sow. 



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3. 

Oh, the joy and the gain 

Of one seed sown in His name; 
Then for the Master sweetly sow 

While 3'Ou journey here below. 
And keep your lamp burning bright 

It will scatter sin's dark night, 
Then be careful what you sow — • 

Very careful how you sow. 

4. 

Oh, the sorrow and the pain 

Of one seed sown in vain, 
It will bring no end of woe 

While you're here and where you go, 
Death's dark night will increase 

And God's love will surely cease. 
Then be careful what you sow 

Very careful how you sow. 

OH, BE READY. 

Life is fleeting, death is seeking 

All for the grave. 
Then Oh, be ready, always watching, 

Praying the Lord to save. 

Chorus 
Oh, be ready. Oh, be ready. Oh, be ready. 

For the judgment day; 
Oh, be ready, fully ready — 

Ready, for that day to come. 



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2. 



Oh what joy, great, great joy. 

There will be in that day 
When all the righteous shall arise 

To hear the Saviour say, 
^'Gome ye blessed of my Father 

Receive your crowns today." 

3. 

Oh, what weeping, awful weeping 

There will be in that day, 
When all the wicked shall arise 

To hear the Saviour say: 
^'Depart from Me I never knew you — 

You ne'er did My commands obey." 

4. 

Both old and young. 

We know not why. 
Must meet the judgment by and by 

We know not now 
Whether it is far or nigh. 

But this we know, we all must die. 



A THOUGHT. 

When the world was cold and barren 
And naught of man was known, 

Yet the King in all His glory 
Sat with God upon the throne. 



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MY GUARDIAN ANGEL. 

I believe my angel mother 

Is my guardian angel fair; 
That she is ever, always with me, 

Yes, she is with me everywhere. 

2. 

The thought to me is very sweet 

And it drives away all care; 
To feel that while awake or asleep, 

That my mother is always there. 

3. 

Who could ever such watch keep, 

Or give such tender care? 
None else could fill the place for me — 

No other is half so dear. 

KEEP SMILING. 

Let your smiles like the sunshine — 
Flow through every cloudy day, 

And your gentle words in the night-time — 
Drive all the dark away. 

MEDITATION. 

Love is like a summer river, 

Full and warm and ever gay 
Hate is like that same bright river — 

Frozen deep on a wintry day. 



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SHADY DELL, 

Have you been to Shady Dell, 

Beautiful, lovely, Shady Dell; 
My beautiful home I love so well 
My beautiful, lovely. Shady Dell? 

2. 

There the grass is very fine 

And the Walnut trees in line 
Cast a shade that's most divine — 



In this beautiful home of mine — 
Beautiful, lovely, Shady Dell. 

3. 

The lilies fair, the roses rare — 
Bloom in great profusion there, 

And they are tended with the best of care 
By the old lady that's living there, 

In beautiful, lovely Shady Dell. 

4. 

Many flowers may be seen 
Banked away in living green, 

Not one day in all the year 
But the lovely flowers are here, 

In beautiful, lovely Shady Dell. 

5. 

Of all the gardens great or small 

Shady Dell beats them fill. 
Melons rare and melons sweet, 

Melons large and hard to beat. 
At beautiful, lovely Shady Dell. 



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6. 

There's a factory too, at Shady Dell, 

Delicious fruits, tomatoes fine; 
It keeps them all in their line. 

The price is low the neighbors tell 
At the beautiful, lovely Shady Dell. 

7. 

If you wish to have a treat 

That will last you weeks and weeks; 

Just leave your work for a spell 
And come and rest at Shady Dell 

Beautiful, lovely Shady Dell. 

8. 
The birds are there of every kind. 

They'll soothe and cheer your tired mind; 
And in their songs of love. 

To you they'll tell 
The beauties of sweet Shady Dell. 

9. 

The hammock there beneath the trees 
Fanned by the soft, southern breeze 

Will keep away all ticks and fleas 
While you sleep at Shady Dell, 

Beautiful, lovely Shady Dell. 

10. 

When I left Omaha, 

To go and visit pa and ma. 
Every beauty that tongue could tell 

There I found at Shady Dell, 
Beautiful, lovely Shady Dell. 



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11. 

I found the boys good looking there 

And the girls are very fair, 
And not so seedy as you'd think, 

They are neat and pretty as a pink 
Down at beautiful Shady Dell. 

12. 

You might think they were 

Back woodsy with no go, 
But let me tell you 

They are not so slow, 
Down at beautiful Shady Dell. 

13. 

They are all well edeucated 

And refined, with a — 
Bright and broadened mind, 

And their music is sublime 
Down at beautiful Shady Dell. 

14. 

Let me tell you friends peura. 

Shady Dell is in Missouri, 
And the the truth to you I'll tell 

The people here are truly swell, 
Down at beautiful Shady Dell. 

WASTED DAYS. 

In olden days when we were young. 

How bright and gay were the songs we sung. 

Each day was one long summer dream 
While floating down life's pleasant stream, 



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We danced away the shining hours 

Gathering ferns and richest flowers 
All day by the babbling brook reclining 

Thinking each cloud had a silver lining, 
We knew not of the sorrow near 

We felt not yet the scalding tear, 
We had no thought for another's sorrow. 

We only looked for each tomon^ow. 
We cared naught for toiler's pain, 

We wished none of the rich man's gain 
We had the world within ourselves 

We thoughtless, idle, selfish elves. 
We thought there was naught for us to do 

But dream and sing the whole day through. 

2. 
But there came a time with saddest mien 

When we crossed the deep dark sorrow 
stream ; 
There was a bud to us given 

The rarest gem er'e sent from heaven. 
Bright blue eyes and ruby lips, 

Kosy cheeks and finger tips, 
Shining curls of a golden hue 

Brought to us life anew. 
From morn till night we'd play and sing. 

And bask in the light of this sunbeam. 
He was our joy and pride, our King, 

He filled the house with a joyous ring. 
With laughter light from morn till night 

There was no day that was not bright. 

3. 

We viewed anew life's telescope. 
And built for him a joyous hope. 



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We planned by -day, by night, by the hour 

For a noble man of wonderful power, 
In our vision's eye we saw him stand 

The fairest, noblest of the land. 
We built for him an honest career, 

A noble man of worth and cheer. 
We had no time to worry or borrow, 

We could not see the coming sorrow. 
In this beautiful world, that seemed so fair 

We did not see the hidden snare, 
We had not felt the awful pain 

That wrecks life and ruins the brain, 
We had not beheld the terrible sin 

That was lurking in the brewer's gin. 

4. 

But as our son to manhood grew 

And we viewed in him our life anew, 
He wished to leave the dear home nest 

Bent on his own pleasure quest. 
So he sallied forth in this world of life 

That is filled with sorrow, greed and strife. 
He had been reared so pure and clean 

Life seemed like one long sunny dream. 
He enjoyed life to its utmost height 

His mind was free, his heart was light. 
He had finished school and entered college, 

He was climbing to the height of knowl- 
edge. 

5. 

His college chum was rich and fine 
But tippled often at the wine. 



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6. 

This pure lad amazed did look 

And his manly form with horror shook. 

7. 

His college chum so steeped in sin 

Said, ''Lad that's only a woman's whim." 

8. 

"But see my chum it's against the rule 
Of this our noblest, highest school; 

If this was the thing that all men do 
Our principal would take the beverage too." 

9. 

"Ah," said the chum "how slow you are 

Would you let such whims your pleasure 
mar? 
Of course he's made this holy rule 

To draw the saints here to his school. 
But those that are in this world's great swim 

Are not governed by this childish whim. 
We are born free and do as we please, 

Enjoy life and live at our ease, 
And you are sijnple, my silly lad 

If you expect to live under that foolish fad." 

10. 

So he thought his chum was worldly wise 
And had opened for him his sightless eyes, 

He knew he dressed both rich and fine 
So he tipped a glass of the cursed wine. 



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11. 

Day by day they downward went 

And the sparkling wine momentum lent, 
They lost their place in the college class; 

From bad to worse they did quickly pass. 
Their finery and money slipped away, 

And they toiled for bread from day to day. 
They struggled along in hatred and strife 

And at last resorted to the murderer's knife. 

12. 

And when the lad on his death-bed lay 
He asked his mother to quickly pray 

That the Lord would save the coming youth 
From this awful, horrible, shameful truth; 

"Had I heeded you, parents dear, 
I need not now be suffering here." 

13. 

"Once we were happy, blithe and gay; 

We laughed and sang the live long day. 
We knew not of the aches and pains 

That are racking now our hearts and brains. 
If all the boys could but see 

These dire things that are killing me, 
I know they'd fly — not run — 

From the terrible deeds caused by rum." 

14. 

"They'd shun that dreadful, dark abyss 
And the drunkard's grave try to miss. 

For I must surely, truly tell 

It leads men down to a gapping hell. 



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And when I am in the cold, dark earth, 

And you and Father are glum 
Think what our home might have been 

Had it not have been for rum." 

15. 

Now we sit beside his grave 

And view his wasted youth; 
We think how much w^e might have done 

To spread the gospel truth, 
And when we look at the halcyon days 

Of our early married life 
And think of what we might have done 

To appease this awful strife, 
And when we think of the wasted hours 

And days so uselessly spent. 
Of all the good we might have done 

And the aid we might have lent, 
It fills again our hearts with pain 

And racks our soul, body and brain. 
Then we plight each day our lives anew 

To do with our might what our hands find 
to do, 
And never more to idle or play. 

But work with a will both night and day 
To save this world from the awful sin 

That's dragging men down by the cursed 
gin. 

WANDERINGS. 
I have been thinking of you 

This morning dear loved ones; 
In that distant, far away land. 

And I am so sick and so lonesome — 



Pagfe 44 



Time hangs so long on my hand, 

The days seem nearly a week long, 
And the night never comes to an end. 

How my mind has traveled this past week! 

Oh, the places I've visited, and then 
The beautiful scenes of my childhood! 

How I wish I could see them again — 
The laughing rivulets by which I have played, 

The meadows all covered with violets. 
The woods, through which so oft I have 
strayed. 

I have seen again the old beech tree 
Under which my play house was made. 

There never was a palace as fine as 
That little stick play house of mine. 

Surrounded with daisies and violets 
And covered with a great grape vine, 

There never was a queen on her throne 
As happy as I 

In my play house home. 
Oh, the dainties that came to my table 

From the sugar camp close by. 
Where Grandpa, Grandma and Aunt Mabel 

Toiled daily to make the dainty sweets, 
So nice and so pretty, 

Which the children so dearly love to eat. 
Oh, the sugar plums in so many shapes, 

Walnuts, hickory nuts, eggs and grapes. 
It was Grandpa's delight to please his baby 

kin, 
For children's children you know 

Are the delight of all old men. 



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3. 

Then my mind has wandered again 

To the plains of the sunny Kansas land, 
Where I herded the cattle and the sheep 

And played with the little fleecy lambs; 
And often, just to hear them bleat, 

I hid them away from their dams. 
And how often I was frightened 

Till my hair stood on my head 
When I beheld coming near me 

A tribe of warriors red. 

4. 
I wandered again to the banks of the river — 

It was running then and will run forever — 
On whose very brink 

Stood dear old father's shop. 
Many the hours I've whiled away. 

Watching the sparks fly up and drop. 
How oft I've gone in the dusk of the evening, 

Just to walk home with him again ; 
How oft he has talked to me of the future 

And what he hoped to me it would bring. 
But, oh, what great disappointments 

In the future were to be mine. 
If he had lived to see my great sorrow 

How his heart would have been made to 
pine. 

5. 

I rambled still on in my visions 

Across a meadow of new mown hay, 

When down the hill I noticed 
A rider coming my way; 



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Never was man more lovely, 

Never was steed more gay, 
For it was my heart's dearest treasure, 

In whom, my soul did delight. 
In his face beamed manhood's morning. 

His soul was so pure and bright, 
How his heart swelled with love's pure emo- 
tion. 

How true to his vows he had been 
The w^orld was one great ocean 

How grand life seemed to me then 
But alas! alas! a pall fall o'er my vision 

iVnd I stood by an apen grave, 
Into which they were lowering my treasure 

Oh, God forgive me and save. 

6. 

Now I wandered alone in my vision. 

Often too sad to pray, 
Except when my baby faces 

Smiled my tears away. 
How my heart would have ached without 

them, 
My life would have been one of pain 

I would have had naught to toil for, 
Nothing to ease my world weary brain; 

I shall wander on till the close of time. 
Writing my life in prose and rhyme. 

Some say that love will pass away 
And be buried at the end of time. 

Nay, nay, my friend just let me say 
No such thoughts are mine; 

Time lasts for weeks, months and years, 



Pa^e 47, 



Love lasts through eternity and tears. 

Time from earth will pass away, 
But love with love will always stay. 

EARTH'S FIRST DAY. 

The Lord in His wisdom and wonderful might 

Said of this cold dark earth; 
^'Let us cover it with light," 

And as the sunbeams crept o'er the moun- 
tains fair 
The light of Heaven vanished earth's darkness 
there. 

2. 

Me thinks I can see the cold barren mountains, 
The leafless trees, the silent rivers and mo- 
tionless seas; 
The verdureless plains so black and bare. 
How it would have filled man's heart with 
despair. 

3. 

But the light of God's love has chased away 
That cold, dark night and gave in its stead 
most beautiful day; 
The golden sunbeams athwart the hill — 

Has changed that lifeless stream into a 
laughing rill. 
The great dark mountains with barren mien 
It has clothed with many hued flowers and 
living green. 
On the shifting scenes of those boundless 
plains 



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He has sown the richest and rarest of 
grains, 
O'er hill tops and valleys, all tastes to suit 
Grow the richest, sweetest and daintiest of 
fruit. 
With many hued songsters, He filled the trees 
And the waves of their music, is like rolling 
seas. 

5. 

With innumerable animals and reptiles terri- 
ble. 
He filled the world and their habits are 
variable 
With fishes finny and fishes scaley, 
Fishes small and fishes whaley, 
Into the fresh water lakes and salty seas 
He has poured them in like swarniing bees. 

6. 
Under neath the soil so deep it seems lost. 
He has planted diamonds and jewels and 
gold without dross 
All around and about this new bright earth, 
He has given hundreds and thousands of 
worlds their birth, 
Around and around in procession grand, 
They are lighting the pathway of desolate 
man. 
This beautiful garden so rich and sweet 
Was for man's pleasure made complete. 
And the great capsheaf of this w^onderful 
plan, 
He placed in this garden, a woman and 
man. 



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MY PRETTY IRENE. 

She's a lovely darling, 

She's a dainty queen, 
She's a fairy flower, 

My pretty Irene. 

Chorus 

You could not help but love her, 

This dainty fairy queen ; 
The beauty of all beauties, 

Is my Irene. 

There is not another, in all the world around, 

That's half so fair to me. 
With silken hair of golden brown, 

And eyes so full of glee. 

3. 

She's my pretty ruby, 

She's my jewel bright. 
She's the fairest lily. 

And her soul's so pure and white. 

There is not a diamond 

That sparkles in the night, 
That's half so fair as my jewel rare. 

She's my heart's delight. 

5. 

When the flowers blossom. 

And the birds begin to sing. 
Then I'll build a palace. 

And I'll take to me my queen. 



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LOST. 

One day at noon I sallied forth 
To mail a letter to the north. 

I took my gun to kill a squirrel, 

And through the woods I took a whirl. 

Listen ! boys, hush ! I'll tell 

How I got lost at Shady Dell. 

The dog he treed a squirrel, 

Down around the tree I bent, 
But could not see where the squirrel went. 

I looked me up, I looked me down, 
I looked the timber all around. 

I looked and looked in vain 

But could not find the road I came. 

I shot my gun and gave a yell, 
For I was lost in Shady Dell. 

Yonder comes the ladies too. 

Oh! how glad that I am through. 

Hush! now boys, please don't tell. 
How I got lost at Shady Dell. 



THE CATCHES SOME GIRLS MAKE. 

Oh ! Freddy dear, come here and see 
This pretty bird, that here by me. 

Such sparkling eyes and golden wings, 
And listen too how funny he sings. 



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Kathleena, Kathleena, can't you see 

That, that's a buzzing bumble bee 
A buzz — z — zing bumble bee? 

Oh ! Freddy dear, get him for me, 
That pretty buzzing bumble bee. 
That pretty buzz — z — zing bumble bee. 

Oh! you foolish little elf, — 

You can catch him by yourself. 

You will need no help at all, 

Into your hands he'll simply fall, 

That pretty buzzing bumble bee, 

That pretty buz — z — zing bumble bee. 

Oh! oh! oh! don't you hear my cry? 

I really believe I'm going to die! 
Kathleena, Kathleena, what can the matter 
be? 

Oh! oh! oh! you foo oo oo can't you see? 
I caught that boo oo oo zing bumble bee, 

That horrid booz — z — zing bumble bee. 

STRIFE. 

That great big factory in the town 

Has thought to shut us little ones down. 
They think we are puny, indeed, we are small. 

But full of grit and plenty of gall. 
And when you get us completely down. 

There will be nothing left in Lebanon town. 

You tried to freeze us at the bank, 

Just let us speak, we'll sure be frank. 
We think we can cope with a monopoly crank, 



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For we are fighting for bread, 
You're fighting for a name, 

We are fighting for life. 
You're fighting for fame, 

We are fighting for our homes 
And we can't be to blame. 

We are praising our God, 
While money's your King. 

Now the duty of all, as man to man, 

Is that each should observe, God's holy 
plan. 

And all His laws and commands obey, 
And live by the golden rule each day. 



STRIVE TO BE PURE. 

Love the maiden of your land, 

Lend to them a helping hand. 
Never, by aught of man, or kin, 

Cause them or you, to commit a sin. 
It is the duty of every man, 

To study God's word 
And live by His plan. 

For He is as pure, as pure can be, 

And He wishes you to be like Him you see. 

He will bring into strict account — 
Every word or thought or deed. 

Oh! then to His message, 
I pray you give heed. 



Pag:e 53. 



SWEET LEONE. 

When I feel that I'm alone, 

Then I think of sweet Leone. 
For I know if she were here, 

I would need no one to cheer. 
Her little life's so sweet and gay 

She'd drive my tears all away. 

(Drill for 6 girls and 6 boys all carrying 
conquest flags) the first 6 should graduate 
from very small to each a half head taller, the 
next 4 same size of 6 then the next two grade 
up with the body of cross.) 

OUR CONQUEST FLAG. 

(1st Girl) 

Our conquest flag with all its glory is the 
emblem of Him who leads the world. (Holding 
her flag high and gently waving it while speak- 
ing) 

(1st Boy) 

Why did they make this cross red? It 
looks so much like blood. TVTiy could they 
not have made it of some other more beauti- 
ful color? (Holding flag at medium height 
pointing to cross with fore finger of the left 
hand.^l 

(2.nd Girl) 

Because red means love, and it also repre- 
sents the blood that Christ shed on Calvary 
for all mankind. 



Pagfc 54. 



"God so loved the world that he gave His 
only begotten son that whosoever believeth on 
Him, should not perish, but have everlasting 
life." (Taking same position as first boy.) 

(2nd Boy) 
Why did they not make this square green or 
8ome other color? You know the rose is red 
and its leaves are green. I think it would 
have been more beautiful. (Taking position 
of first boy.) 

(3rd Girl) 
Because every color in the flag has a deep 
meaning, as well as the words used. Dr. 
Johnson, who had the flag made, used the 
colors necessary to carry the message of Christ 
to the world. (Taking an easy position and 
hold flag aloft.) 

(3rd Boy) 

Yes, white is the emblem of purity, there- 
fore, the most befitting color. 

Christ says "Blessed are the pure in heart 
for they shall see God." (Same position as 
3rd girl.) 

(4th Girl) 

Yes, vou know that Christ was purity it- 
self. 

He also said "Be ye Holy as I am Holy, 
For without Holiness no man can see God," 
and Holiness means purity. (Position of 3rd 
girl.) 

(4th Boy) 

What is the meaning of the blue, if all the 



Pagfe 55. 



other colors mean so much? It all seems 
strange to me. (Position of 1st boy.) 

(5th Girl) 
Blue means true. So you see the colors 
when all read together are Love, Pure and 
True. (Position of 1st boy.) 

(5th Boy) 
Yes, you know Jesus saith, 
"I am the truth and the life, 
No man conieth unto the Father but by 
me." 
(Position of 3rd girl.) 

(6th Girl) 
And too John 17-17 says, 

''Sanctify them through Thy truth: 
Thy word is truth." (Position of .3rd 
girl.) 

(6th Boy) 
Then how well we ought to loto this em- 
blem, and ever keep this love, purity, and 
truth of the dear Saviour abiding in our 
hearts, if we want to serve Him in this world 
and have a place at His right hand in eternity. 
(Position of 3rd girl.) 

(Altogether lifting flags high above their 
heads waving gently, speaking moderately 
slow, very distinct with determination.) 
I want to have a lowly place 
At God's own right hand. 
I want to view His Blessed face 
And be at His command. 
(Now let the first girl lead to the left in 



Pagfe 56. 



line of march while the organist plays Colum- 
bia, to march time and all together with a 
commanding tone repeat.) 

Forward! march! 

In one straight line, 

Keeping your eyes 

Ever on the sign. 
Holding flags in front of them with their 
eyes fixed on the cross. March once and 
fourth around the platform, then the first 6 
march straight up to the front each behind the 
other, the next two cross over to the right of 
the 6th one, the next two remain at the left 
of the 6th one, the last two exactly behind the 
6th one forming a cross with flags still square 
in front of their faces, the hand level with the 
chin, then all sing together. 

Union forever — 

We must all stand 

Firm on the Rock 

By God's right hand. 
(Now first girl lead to the left, the 5 behind 
following in their turn; then the two forming 
the right arm of cross, then the left arm; 
lastly the two forming the top. (While 
marching repeat all together.) 

Hark! little ones 

List to the call 

United we stand, 

Divided we fall. 
(March, form cross and sing chorus as be- 
fore. Then form cross and repeat.) 

Let us keep our faith, 



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On the upper shelf, 
Giving all to God 
Forgetting self. 
(March, form cross sing chorus, then re- 
peat.) 

Do not get weary 
In the race begun. 
But toil with patience 
Till the crown be won. 
(The form, the cross 3 times then march off.) 



THE SENTINEL. 

A happy, prosperous year to the Sentinel 
Some of its good points I wish to tell. 

If you have something to sell and wish an 
ad, 
Don't run off after some foolish fads. 

Its columns are unique and simply fine. 
So remember the Sentinel every time. 

The birth of our children it's sure to tell. 
And when they are wed it wishes them well. 

In memory of our departed, it tolls a knell, 
And commends them to Jesus who doeth all 
things well. 

It gives us the markets from day to day, 
And shows us our debts we have to pay, 

The Western news it loves to tell. 

The North and South and East as well. 

Its editor is honest and a man of his word 



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Who is a Christia.n too and puts his trust 
in the Lord. 
So then in Spring or Autumn or Summer sut)- 
lime, 
Keep the Sentinel with you all the time. 

WHEN OUR BOY COMES HOME. 

When our boy came home from the bank, 

He was so tall, lean and lank, 
And he wore the funniest hat, 

He didn't look like the little boy we used to 
spank, 
When he was so sleek and fat. 

The way the corn dodger disappeared. 
Was like ice cream in a J.une day sun, 

Ma's big round biscuits he said 

Was better to him than a baker's bun. 

The way that boy ate was a fright. 

Food actually melted out of sight. 
Now, I wish to know, without hum or haw, 

If you have ought to eat in Omaha. 

My boy, if you come home again so lean and 
lank, 

I shall call upon the bank 
And give them a pointer or two. 

And tell them to keep their eyes on you. 

COME ALONG JOHNY. 

Come along Johny, don't stay, 

For tomorrow, is our wedding day. 
If you wish to wed with me, 

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Sober you must ever be. 
So come along Joliny, don't stay. 

How could we buy a little coat? 

Life would seem an empty joke. 
If you should chew, drink or smoke, 

So come along Johny, don't stay. 

Oh! you say, there's another girl, 
With sky blue eyes and hair a curl. 

And to you she is a pearl. 

Now Johny, come along don't stay. 

Now Johny, don't you see 
If you wish to wed with me. 

You must let that, other girl be? 
So come along Johny, dou't stay. 



BERTHA AND WILL. 

When Bertha met Will, 

Her heart stood still. 
And Oh! would he deceive her? 

When Will met her, 
His heart ne'er did stir, 

And he could not think to leave her. 



How many shy glances, 

E're he made advances. 
Yet he longed each night to see her: 

For she was so fair. 
With her bright curly hair. 

And he would not do ought to grieve her. 



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3. 

But now every day in the week 
They are very sure to meet, 

And Will is loath to leave her; 
He says, ''Naught shall be tide. 

Bertha shall be my bride 

For life would be death without her." 



CRACKING NUTS. 

Bert is happy, blithe and gay, 
Cracking nuts the live long day, 

Picking the kernels hour by hour. 
To send away in a friendly shower. 

To his lady friends, 

Lillie and Myrtle and Marguerite, 

Sweetest of girls, hard to beat. 

Walnut goodies nice and sweet. 
Dainty, delicious hard to beat. 

Gentle friends just let me tell 

These walnuts grew in Shady Dell. 

You'll think they are few 

And scarce as pearls, 
But please give a taste. 

To all the girls. 

MY GIRL. 

My girl is very fair, 

With sky blue eyes and golden hair. 
And to me she's very sweet. 

Dearest, lovely Marguerite. 



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All the lads that are in the town 

Do upon me darkly frown, 
When thej meet us coming down 

With the crowd, on Farnam street. 

But when they meet me on the pike, 
Then they are sure to take a hike. 

For they know I'll • man the strike. 
To save my Marguerite. 

They all would like my time to beat, 
And take away my Marguerite. 

But this you know could never be. 
For she has eyes for none save me. 

BKYAN IS THE MAN. 

W. J. Bryan is the man 

To give to us a true banking plan. 
To every farmer he'll be true, 

So stick to him farmer, see that you do. 
Chorus 
When you go to the ballot box. 

Don't waste your vote on some sly fox. 
Nor throw it away on some useless plan, 

But cast it for Bryan, he is the man. 

Many good laws he'll see pass. 
In favor of the laboring class. 

In loyalty, honor and purpose too. 
So stick to him laborer, see that you do. 

He's not in favor of the money :^us^, 
But his trust in God is noble and just. 

Then save our nation if you can. 
And stick to Bryan, he is the iiian. 



Pa^e 62. 



A DILEMA. 

^'Oh, Frank", said Kate, 

''What made you so late? 
What on earth have you been doin'? 

I fear in my soul, j^ou've been taking a 
stroll, 
Again with Miss Gracie Rooeu." 

Chorus 
For you are so false, 

Your heart is so fickle, 
Your love's not worth 

A puter nickle. 

Now I don't care^ 

You can go down there; 
But don't come 'round me whining, 

For I am as free as the birds you see, 
And I have no time for repining. 

But you must quit playin' loose and fast, 
This thing of fooling is of the past; 

And you need not think to give me pain. 
Though there's some loss, there's plenty of 
gain. 

For when I go to church you see. 

All the lads they smile on me. 
I'll set my cap for another, 

And you can take your Gracie dear. 
But let me tell you now and here; 

Y^ou'll have to live with her mother. 



Pajje 63 



*^N so 1909 



A COMPLIMENT. 

In His name we have came from a friend. 

Who has sent us from the heart. 
With our edges and our points, 

Which are neither keen nor sharp; 
To be of use to you in your culinary art. 

WILL I BE MISSED? 

When the news to you doth come. 
That I have left this earthly home. 

When my body's beneath the sod, 
And my spirit returns to God, 

Will I be missed? Shall I be missed? 

And when you pass around my bier, 
Will there be one to shed a tear 

In memory of some kind deed done? 
Will there be one? Will there be one? 

Dear friends, have I done ought for thee, 
To gain a place in your memory? 

Or have my days been spent in strife, 
In which there was no eternal life? 

How hard would be my lowly bed. 
Were I not missed when I am dead. 

I wish to live though I am dead. 

Through some kind deed cr word I've said, 
For oh! how sad it is to die, 

Eeally and truly, yes to die. 
Be laid to rest in some lowly spot, 

Then forever be forgot. 

Pagfc 64. 






























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